And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. Michelle had begged her to do it. Michelle was too polite to put it into words.
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